(23/03/2028)
Dear Diary,
It's been almost eighteen years since I talked to my sister.
Well, eighteen years since she spoke back. I speak to her all the time. And it's been killing me inside, I love her to pieces, I have since the first moment I laid eyes on her. And I always will. I speak to her all the time.
You see, eighteen years ago, it was Roxas' funeral.
Eighteen years ago, my sister took my car out to the beach, climbed up the Cliffside and stepped away from death, according to eyewitnesses and got shot. She died on impact with the bullet.
My sister, diagnosed with depression decided not to kill herself and got shot.
And it was my 'best friend' that did it. Well. He was. My best friend killed my baby sister and I couldn't stop him.
All I could do was find justice for her, and justice I did find. And when they locked Riku up, I smiled, well I tried my best. It's hard to smile a month after your baby sister died, the one you used to protect all on your own, one time ruined her best friend's car just so they wouldn't drive off into the sunset. But they still managed to get away from me, although I would have rather them drove off into the sunset.
But, I pray that they are happy and I pray that my little Nami watches over my children.
I have a daughter, who looks exactly like her. Kairi let me call her Namine, Nami would have loved her, heck she would have loved them all. Nami, Axel, Roxas and Xion. And they would have all loved their Aunt Nami, and a soon as their all old enough to know, I'm going to tell them about their brave, smart, artistic, funny, lovable and annoying Aunt Nami. Who would have spoilt them rotten and given them all enough love to last them a hundred lifetimes.
Kairi, on the other hand will tell them about Uncle Roxi. Funny, brave, kind, stupid Uncle Roxi. Who would have taught them some many things we couldn't.
Like how to make Aunt Nami blush with one look.
Or how to bounce a coin on your head.
Or how to live like there's no tomorrow. Well, we might be able to teach them that, but not like the master.
Oh, how I resent Roxas for taking my sweet, innocent Nami away from me, before and after his death. How he made her so sad. I remember the last time we had a proper talk. Like it was yesterday.
"Sora," Namine came walking into my room." I can't sleep. Can I talk to you for a bit?"
"Sure, "I put down my controller and patted the bed next to me. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I just feel so sad now he's gone. It's like someone's taken a massive piece of my heart. Just ripped it out of my chest, not enough to kill me, but enough to make me hurt."
"It gets better."She was too young to remember Mum and Dad, I could remember a few years with them. But not enough to feel like they were the ones that were meant to protect me. "I promise it does."
"I don't think it will Sora."Tears fell freely down her pale cheeks. I put a tan hand to wipe it away, and realized, she'd been in the sun most of this last week, but she was paler than ever.
"Have you been eating?"She nodded. I bit the inside of my cheek. "Have you been eating the square meals a day?"She shook her head. I sighed. "Nami, you have to eat properly."
"How? How can I eat properly? When I feel like taking the pills out of the bathroom shelf and OD'd?" I began to cry and took her hand.
"I promised to look after you, when you were little."I placed her hand over my chest. "I promised to myself right here, that you weren't ever going to hurt that much. That even though we didn't have parents, you'd have enough love for three lifetimes. I promised that you were never going to slip through the cracks. I promised you'd always be safe and I'd be the one that kept you that way. Why do you think I wreck Roxas' car so much?" She cried harder when I mentioned his name. I hushed her. "I'm so sorry Nami, I totally forgot. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you somehow." Then I realized, I might never be able to make her happy.
But I'd sure as hell try.
You see I broke my promise; it was my fault Riku knew her; it was my fault he followed her out there, why because I told him to go and get Nami. I broke my promise and I'll never be able to make it up to her. I broke my promise when it was needed the most.
Well, little Namine is calling.
Sora.
X
"Daddy, why are you crying?"I cried harder, it was hard not to cry around little Namine. She looked exactly like her aunt.
"I'm just thinking about my little sister honey." Her big blue eyes widened in understanding and she crawled onto my lap.
"You wanna cry it out with me gone?" I shook my head and then I realized, she may not be old enough to be told, but she was mature enough.
"You see Nami, your Aunt Nami was the sweetest, bravest, most unselfish person I had ever met back then, she was artistic and much like you in more ways than just looks and name..."And I told her the story, from my little sister's birth to the present day.
I wasn't interrupted once.
